I had been updating the traveling pig-farmer with phone messages. Trying to prepare him

In actuality, I was preparing myself. He knew it was likely. It often is; especially in large litters.

He said it is quite possible a couple more may not make it. The tiniest often don’t thrive. Possibly they are formed incorrectly in gestation – getting slighted a little then, too.

Still. I didn’t like it.

Look at those tiny hooves.

Today, we have a glorious pre-Easter Saturday! The sun is shining. Every where I walk, I can appreciate the gift of new life. Our little farm allows me to be mindful of how precious each life is. The tiniest of lives lost is a powerful reminder to me. Can you even imagine the realization of life resurrected on that very first Easter? The shock? The Glory? The tears and praise?